Match Box 
Gender: Mare
Species: Unicorn
Mane: Messy, medium length, straight, bright red.
Tail: Same as mane.
Eyes: Orange-yellow.
Body: Pale yellow. (I should mention she has freckles and bad posture)
Cutie Mark: Red flame.
Age: Young adult.
Personality: A bit rude, sloppy, quick to anger and impulsive, Match Box isn't the sweetest mare out there. She's tough to befriend but will stick by her pals' sides. She isn't the most intelligent pony, either, and is gullible at times. Stubborn and lazy. Every now and then she dabbles in practical joking. As well, she has some questionable tastes in fashion and music. Normally doesn't think before she speaks, accidentally insulting some ponies at times.
Likes: Napping, pranks, spicy food, polka music, boots, the colour green and train rides.
Dislikes: Cats, darkness, losing at something, rejection, snow, over-sensitive people and liars.
History: She was born and raised in Manehattan by a middle-class family of unicorns. She didn't have too many luxuries, and usually found herself playing in trash, but Match claims it was for the best. She was a typical filly, though was never too good at most spells (for example, levitation), but soon found herself dabbling in Illumination magic. Soon, she had read up and began to cast light quite easily, and was even capable of casting weak fire spells. In her early adolescence, she earned her cutie mark. The mare is currently unemployed and searching for a way to put her talent to good use.
Example RP segment:
Match Box trudged down the street, before hearing the sound of a child yelling. She saw a colt, with dark brown mane and a bluish coat, shove a filly to the ground. He had taken her doll, keeping it out of her reach.
Match frowned and the colt made eye contact with her, glaring.
"What're you lookin' at?"She narrowed her eyes, approaching, forcing a bit of magic out of her horn to cast a sudden harsh glow (to seem intimidating). She lifted her head to add to the effect, her nostrils flaring somewhat and her jaw set. She raised a hoof and knocked the toy away from him.
"Leave that kid alone, pipsqueak. Or you're gonna deal with me." Though it didn't sound that great out loud as it did in her head, the colt backed away a little. She picked the toy pony up, her levitation magic shaky, and tossed it to the mint-green filly.
Acceptance.
Subject: Match Box 
Tue May 07, 2013 5:09 pm
